There is something there

I am still drinking in Psalm 91 this morning.

Today as I reread it, I notice that in verse one, the author is speaking in third person (oh, Sister Mary Lou, my 10th grade English teacher, would be proud of me!):

“He who abides… he will dwell.”

Then he slides into first person in verse two, declaring:

“I will say… my refuge, my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

In verse three, back to third person…

“For He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler,'' and he continues for most all the remainder of the psalm speaking about the person who abides in the shelter of the Most High.

And then, suddenly, back to first person, but now not the psalmist speaking, but God Himself:

“Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him, because he knows my name. When he calls me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”

Hmm, says I. I am not musing yet, just thinking.

But I sense there is something there.